The Ashes of Vows (Elara and Damon) novel Chapter 16

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Damon collapsed at the hospital that day and stayed unconscious for three whole days. The second he came to, his assistant broke the

news to him.

Since they’d hidden Sloane in the hospital to keep her from facing justice, he decided to turn their own scheme against them.

He pulled some strings, got Sloane moved out of there, and secretly transferred her to this psych hospital. It was way out of the city, in the shittiest conditions imaginable.

“Mr. Blackwood, Miss Ashford will be given a double dose of medication today. The treatment method will be electroshock therapy…”

A doctor updated him on the day’s treatment plan.

Through the glass window, a nurse was placing a handful of white pills in front of Sloane. Her eyes instantly narrowed, and she shot a hateful glare at the man outside.

“Damon, you really want me dead this badly?”

She screamed wildly, sweeping the white pills off the table and onto the floor.

She’d had enough!

She wasn’t sick, for crying out loud, but she had to take these psych meds every single day.

The brutal side effects were tormenting her body every single day. In less than a week, her hair was already falling out in clumps.

Growing up, she’d always been everyone’s pampered princess. She’d never known this kind of torture.

Sloane was at her absolute breaking point.

“I won’t take them!

No electroshock!

Get out, all of you! Just get out!”

She lunged off the bed, but just then, the door to her room burst open. Damon stood there, his face a livid mask of rage, and lashed out

with a kick.

“Agh!”

Sloane crumpled to the ground, clutching her stomach, a choked scream escaping her lips.“Damon, you’re really that heartless? What did I ever do wrong? I just loved you too much! I’ve been in love with you for over a decade! How could you treat me like this?”

When Damon showed no reaction, a fresh wave of terror washed over her. She swallowed her pride, ignored everything else, and desperately clutched at his leg.“Please, Damon,” she begged, “just let me go. I know I was wrong.

Just let me out of here, and I’ll do anything you want!”

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At that moment, Damon slowly squatted down. He gripped Sloane’s chin, his strength so intense it felt like her jawbone might pop right out.

“Not a chance in hell.

Unless…